I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

After lunch, Xie Siyou went back. Before leaving, he added Song Guicheng as a friend.

The function of friends is very simple, including team building and chatting. After adding friends, Xie Siyou left very satisfied and left his address to Song Guicheng before leaving.

Of course Song Guicheng didn't know this place, so he went to show it to the proprietress.

The proprietress took a look and said, "Not far. We are at the easternmost part and he is at the westernmost part."

Song Guicheng was surprised. He didn't expect Xiao Ba to run so far to find him.

"Let's go," the lady boss put away the account book, waved to the waiter to come over and watch the shift, raised her head and said to Song Guicheng, "Let's go upstairs."

She led Song Guicheng up the stairs on the left. There seemed to be some subtle differences between the left and right sides. They looked similar at first glance, but when they stepped onto the left steps, the air circulation became different.

Then the proprietress pushed open a door. It was a black solid wood door, heavy and simple. Song Guicheng had never seen it before. As the door opened, a completely different scene from the inn unfolded behind it.

The corridor is covered with Persian velvet carpets, and the overhead lights shine on the feet, emitting a comfortable warmth.

Facing Song Guicheng's surprise, the proprietress said succinctly: "The most basic means of protection."

If you don't have the special key, you can only see the inn even if you go up the stairs on the left.

I don’t know how they did it, but Song Guicheng was amazed at the ingenuity of it.

There are three doors in the corridor, all of which look the same, made of agarwood and carved with intricate patterns.

One ounce of agarwood is worth one ounce of gold, and travelers with such wealth would simply use this kind of wood to make doors.

So...he is the only poor guy here, right?

Tears of melancholy flowed through Song Guicheng's heart.

However, after pushing open the door, Song Guicheng was surprised to see who came - it was Dingxiang.

She was still wearing a lavender dress, her hair was tied loosely behind her head, and with a very faint smile on her face, she smiled at Song Guicheng: "Nice to meet you again, Song Guicheng."

"Take a seat," the proprietress casually pointed him to a seat, "She is from the Intelligence Department, responsible for collecting information."

Song Guicheng nodded.

Song Guicheng had too many questions in his mind about the "Jie Si Luo" copy, but this was not a good time to ask.

He calmed down and answered Ding Xiang's questions seriously.

Only then did he realize that these questions were much more detailed than he had imagined, including when his teammates died, the number of days in between, what they ate, how long they slept, and so on. It could be said that they covered every detail.

"Then the negative impact you suffered in the copy was really small." Ding Xiang kept typing, recording every word Song Guicheng had just said, with a recorder next to her to record the entire conversation.

The proprietress seemed to be thinking about something. She adjusted the hairpin on her head and said, "It seems that you are really suitable..."

Song Guicheng didn't hear the second half of the sentence clearly, frowned and asked: "Suitable for what?"

The lady boss lifted the hair that fell by her ear and said, "It's really suitable for taking orders."

The negative impact of the copy is almost unavoidable. The most intuitive proof is the sanity value. In the previous copy, everyone else fell into a deep sleep, and only Song Guicheng was able to wake up.

Song Guicheng: "Maybe I'm a light sleeper?"

The lady boss patted his head and said, "Silly boy, who can sleep peacefully in this dungeon?"

Yes, everyone wishes they had two eyes to take turns on guard.

Ding Xiang also said, "Give it a try. Take some simple orders to practice. The more you advance, the more difficult the dungeons will be. You can earn points while training yourself, and you can also complete the fixed dungeon sessions every month. Why not do it?"

Song Guicheng did not agree immediately, but said: "I think I need to think about it."

"That's fine," the lady boss didn't try to persuade him. "Come to me if you've made up your mind. Of course, I'll take a 20% commission from the customers I introduce."

Song Guicheng: Are you really not persuading me to take the order just for the agency fee?

Finally, he mentioned No. 105 and No. 106. When he restored the whole story, the expressions of the proprietress and Ding Xiang were different.

The proprietress stroked her pink armor and said in a cold tone: "Oh, he is a habitual offender. He established a persona, gained trust, and finally caught you off guard."

Ding Xiang said, "Tell us her characteristics in detail, and we will go back and investigate. We must not tolerate such people."

It's a life-and-death situation in the dungeon world. Not only do you have to fight against scary monsters, but you also have to be on guard against your teammates at all times.

Ding Xiang was very confused: "We are fighting against the entire Soul Tracing Game, why do we have to kill each other?"

The proprietress was much calmer than her. She gently waved her hand and said, "Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are calculations of interests." Then she turned around and taught Song Guicheng a lesson, "Every failure makes you wiser. Be more careful in the future. You are lucky this time, but next time, haha, it may not be the case."

Of course, Song Guicheng nodded heavily.

After the lady boss left, he was finally able to ask the question he had always wanted to know: "How did you get out of that copy in the end?"

Ding Xiang was carefully packing up her computer and recorder. When she heard this, she paused and said, "The copy popped up."

At that time, she and Haixi were close to death. She thought she could not escape death, but unexpectedly, the system suddenly sounded an alarm, the system was about to crash, and the player was about to be ejected.

If they hadn't been forced to eject, they would have probably been dead.

Song Guicheng was also stunned. Your pop-up and my pop-up seemed to be different.

Recalling the last scene, a shudder ran through his heart.

Darkness, endless darkness, and the only figure in the darkness.

He pursed his lips and said, "Thank you," then went back to the room.

He still had a question, whether Gu Chaosheng was Wu Zhi's incarnation, or Wu Zhi had taken away the identity of the NPC in the copy.

Song Guicheng could vaguely feel that Wu Zhi had been helping him, but it seemed that this help was for the purpose of keeping him in the copy in the end.

He was confused as to why Wu Zhi did this. It couldn't be that he had a crush on him.

Although he had not had much contact with Wu Zhi, he could tell that Wu Zhi was not the kind of person who would be shaken by emotions and never took anyone seriously.

If he wants to keep me, it must be because I have something he needs.

Song Guicheng looked at himself in the mirror with a dazed expression. What exactly did Wu Zhi want from him?

However, if he had what he needed, it meant that he was not completely at a disadvantage, and his life would only depend on Wu Zhi's thoughts.

At least he had room for negotiation and didn't have to worry about another kind of death when facing the threat of the copy.

Thinking of this, Song Guicheng breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense face in the mirror also relaxed.

However, he was more curious about whether Wu Zhi would only appear in his copy, or would Wu Zhi appear as long as there was a copy of him...

If you want to verify, the best way is to enter someone else's copy to get the answer...

When Song Guicheng first entered the Soul-Tracing World, it was mid-June, and now it is already July.

There is a lot of rain in the summer. The sky was clear in the morning, but it started raining again in the afternoon. Raindrops fell from the eaves, forming a hazy rain curtain.

Song Guicheng sat in a bamboo chair under the eaves of the backyard, quietly enjoying the rain.

The lotus flowers are in full bloom, floating on the pond. The lotus leaves are scattered at different heights, with red and green colors complementing each other, creating a vitality unique to summer.

He sat under the eaves for a while and gradually felt a hint of coolness. When he was about to get up and go into the house, a person suddenly walked out from the rain.

He was holding an ink-colored umbrella and wearing a dark Tang suit. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but his temperament was so light that he almost blended in with the rain.

Song Guicheng looked at him twice more and saw him walking straight towards the lobby.

He should be here to stay the night, Song Guicheng thought, and he got up and went back to the house, leaving the bamboo chair swaying lonely in the wind.

After dinner, he went to find the proprietress, but was told by the waiter that she was receiving guests.

The waiter whispered mysteriously, "It is said that he is a distinguished guest, and it must be a big order!"

Distinguished guest? Song Guicheng looked towards the stairs on the left curiously and saw the proprietress and the man who had just walked in the rain coming down the stairs together.

The man's facial features were very consistent with his temperament, cold and dull. Holding the ink-colored oil-paper umbrella in his hand, he walked out of the crowd and disappeared in the rain.

The proprietress didn't look very happy, and no one knew what she had talked about with the man just now, and it seemed that they didn't reach an agreement.

But she quickly calmed down and looked at Song Guicheng beside her: "Are you looking for me?"

Song Guicheng didn't ask her what was wrong. After all, this was someone else's business matter, and he didn't think he had the right to interfere in these matters.

"Well, I want to take an order." Song Guicheng expressed his thoughts.

The proprietress was not surprised at all. She sat behind the counter and said, "Okay, I'll make the connection for you."